Zoë Calamity: The last word in little girls.

Considering the art at the museum.

Explaining the art.

Enjoying some In n’ Out.

With her new tiger Schroby.

And now, some pictures Z took herself with her new camera (thanks Grandma!)

While holding up a slinky  – one end in each hand.

“Momma! Wouldn’t it be wonderful if there was a little girl down on the sidewalk, and she looked up at the window and I was holding this and it would look like a rainbow, and she would smile? That would be happiness. I think that silver is the color of happiness for me.”

and

“Momma, when I have children, we will have three days when we don’t do anything. And then on Mondays we will have preschool. And on three days we will go places. Like adventures. But Momma! Who will be my children???”

Zoe has been saying her own nightly prayers for a while now, but after reading a book during Sacrament Meeting about Choosing the Right, she’s been extra dilligent about saying her “own prays”. Tonight I reminded her that the book included a family saying a family prayer in addition to the little girl saying her own prayer, and she decided we should say a family prayer.

So Bruce and I went into her room (Audrey was asleep already) and we all knelt down and I asked her who should say the family prayer. She proclaimed that she would say it, and I fully expected to hear her nightly prayer, which I expected she would then say again for her “own” prayer.

Instead, this is what we heard, as B and I listened in partial shock, partial dying of adorableness:

“Heavenly Fathen, thank you for this day, blessing I can be too-geger (together) with my family, blessing we can sleep well, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.”

And no, that’s not a typo, she pronounces it “Fathen”.

Too awesome? Too awesome.

And just for the record, this is her nightly prayer:
“Heavenly Fathen, thank you for this day, blessing I can sleep well and Tiny too, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.”

Here’s a little snapshot- or 15- of what Z is up to these days.

She’s turning 3 in 75 days. Doesn’t she look grown up?

Her hair is crazy long and goes really funny curly when it’s been up in puff balls:

She loves going to Starbucks. Her regular order is a vanilla scone and chocolate milk, but she’ll go with a croissant too.

She still enjoys playing in the baby pool, but is wary of the big pool. Swimming lessons ahead. (editor’s note: she knows how to swim, she just forgot about it over the winter -the daddy)

She loves the play ground:

More to come later.